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Open Mic Poetry Night [Feb. 12th, 2005|08:46 pm]
Looking for a forum to present your poetry, or seeking out to hear some local flava? Come to Project Volunteer's Open Mic Poetry Night and let your voice be heard!

Local poets are scheduled to perform their work, and there will be opportunities to step up to the mic later on in the evening.

DATE: Tuesday, February 15
PLACE: Starbucks (North Residence Hall, across from Parking Structure #2 on Anthony Wayne Drive on the Wayne State University Main Campus)

No fee to enter!

Donations will be collected during the event to support the Museum of African American History in Mid Town Detroit.
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Register for Alternative Spring Break: Detroit [Feb. 11th, 2005|09:46 pm]
Alternative Spring Break: Detroit is a substance-free spring break spent volunteering with social issues that affect our urban core. ASBD 2005 will take place from Sunday, March 13 at 5 p.m. to Friday, March 18 at 12 p.m.

What issues we will be exploring:

*Diversity: We will discover why we are one of the most racially segregated regions in the nation, as well as discuss how this creates barriers in community dialogue, and how that intersects with hunger and poverty.
*Crime/blight: We will take an inside look at the criminal justice system, as well as discover why the removal of blight is so essential in combating the conditions which stimulate crime and blight to accumulate.
*Arts/culture: We will discover how local artists are contributing to the growing positivity attached to Detroit, as well as the struggles they go through in order to establish themselves and their ideals in the inner city.
*City Revitalization: We will go behind the scenes with businesses and city development projects that are changing the face of Detroit.


Our afternoons will be spent volunteering at three different volunteer sites related to our issues: Hunger Action Coalition, Southwest Detroit Environmental Vision, and People's Community Services. Volunteers will package up food, remove blight from neighborhoods, and produce a play with children at a community center, respectively.

Trip Highlights

*Tour SuperBowl XL Headquarters at Ford Field!
*Visit local art galleries!
*Go behind the scenes at 36th District Court & the Juvenile Detention Center!
*Learn about the history of Detroit!
*Dine at ethnic restaurants throughout the city!
*Meet new people at WSU!
*Make a difference!


*You must be a current WSU student.
*You must agree to substance-free policy (no tolerance policy on alcohol and drugs).
*You must be willing to commit the whole week.

The cost of participating in the program is $50/participant. It is all-inclusive.

We still have a few open slots. If you’d like to apply, or find out more information, visit http://projectvolunteer.tripod.com/id6.html.
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(no subject) [Dec. 26th, 2004|11:52 pm]
hey everyone...

i just joined the community..i am not currently attending wayne state however I have applied there and I have yet to hear a reply. I enjoy writing poetry

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(no subject) [Oct. 11th, 2004|11:25 am]

yeah...been meaning to post...kinda got side-tracked. ah well...it's not the greatest, but it's something.

sad to see it go...
wish it didn't have to.
can i hold you in my mental embrace
for a little longer?
can i pretend that tomorrow
is just an illusion?
and that tonight
will live on forever?
do i really have to say
do you really have to leave?

hold me just a little longer.
tell me i'll be alright.
tell me you'll be alright.
tell me we can make it through.

hold me...just a little longer.
i'm not ready to let (you) go.
~Beth '04
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(no subject) [Oct. 11th, 2004|02:13 pm]

I see your reflection passing me by
as some sort of phantom being
in all respects to the nature of life
exponentially growing within.
I feel like, in a sense,
that I knew you from some past life
perhaps from medieval times
when I was a peasant, and you were the king.
But you took mercy with me
and saved my poor, unwitting soul.
Or were you an Oracle,
and was I the curious traveler,
searching for the way things should be,
and you gave me the saving news,
filling my almost failing heart
with a hypothetical shock of life.

On to the future we go,
with a rendezvous, from me to you.
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A more recent attraction to archaic order [Oct. 10th, 2004|05:32 pm]

[Current Music |Tilly and the Wall - I Always Knew]

Oft a vulgar voice in the night beguiles me so
That I might rise from sleep, to sleep ever deeper
And see the waking world, distorted entirely, through lenses of burgundy desire
A psychotic mess, though the jargon, surely meaning has never touched
I retort, a singular message,
Bring this, ever more fluid, the oxidizing light
past my threshold, to the very hilt
That I might again see those bright lights that first mesmerized

Candle light, though inconsistent
Always brought about a greater certainty
Than the sun or artificial light
To your wavering visage
Escapable endlessly
Only the flickering flame could make you beholden to my words

And on that night when, finally, with me another entity bled
Inside themselves, a healthy curse, of warmth and subtle bittersweet cajoling
I knew then, I had been freed of double layer entities, fueling cavernous realities
Deep inside the ‘other’ me.
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inresponsetotherapeofagirllastweekinfrontoftheundergraduatelibraryatsevenpm [Sep. 28th, 2004|10:45 pm]
alert hospital
she went down last night
hurry the fuck up
cut what's left
of her blood encrusted jeans

cut that shirt off too
i can't get to the wounds
holes in her back
between her thighs
it's all the same
hurry the fuck up

who found her?
henry ford take care
wash the filth
semen soaked hair
shave her head, doctor
no shampoo will clean,
no, not clean
no bath can purify
the dirt her ass
grated against
on the concrete
alert hospital!
hurry the fuck up!

line em up, man
line up that scum
black, yeah
but dicks come in all colors
and she can't identify
you're wicked face
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miss rosie [Sep. 23rd, 2004|09:42 am]

when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next week's grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up

---Lucille Clifton

she is one of my favorites. I guess I will keep posting other people's poetry this week and next week post an exercise (sounds like homework I know) for people to do. If the meeting happens Thursday I figure we can read each other what we wrote.
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A Supermarket in California [Sep. 23rd, 2004|09:38 am]


What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked
down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking
at the full moon.
  In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon
fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
  What peaches and what penumbras!  Whole families shopping at
night!  Aisles full of husbands!  Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
--and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

  I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
  I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?   
What price bananas?  Are you my Angel?
  I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you,
and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
  We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy
tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the

  Where are we going, Walt Whitman?  The doors close in a hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
  (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and
feel absurd.)
  Will we walk all night through solitary streets?  The trees add shade
to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
  Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automo-
biles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
  Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America
did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a
smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of

----Allen Ginsberg
from the site -www.poets.org (they have some a nice selection of poets if you want to find a new one.)

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Finally an update [Sep. 23rd, 2004|09:31 am]

since the two response i've gotten about time were anyday but tuesday(i think) and any day after four, how about we meet up at the Idle Kid thing next week. By 'we' i mean all waynestatepoets who read. I say this because even though i have Thursdays off, I don't have transportation and I refuse to take the bus after dark. Or, we could meet I would say lets do this Thursday afternoon at like 4 until 5 or something becasue my ma can get me from work (how mature do I sound?) Let me know. I don't have my own poems with me so after this I will be posting an Allen Ginsberg poem because someone (Jacob) likes Allen Ginsberg and so do I. Feel free to post your own poetry or someone else's poetry you love. the only rule is that if its not yours don't claim it to be so.
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